Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Residents. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Q65,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.